It was a little after two o'clock in the evening when Lacey woke up.
There was a faint odor of tobacco in the room. The surroundings were dim, with only the night lights faintly illuminated.
Lacey rubbed her head. She felt woozy.
"You're awake?" A magnetic voice suddenly rang out in the dimness.
Lacey shivered and subconsciously leaned against the bed.
With a single click, the lights in the room then switched on.
Only then could Lacey see who was in the room, Sam.
Sam thrust his hands into his pockets and moved closer to her, stopping once he reached the edge of the bed
"Why am I here? Where is this place?"
Lacey frowned and turned to face Sam, who stood straight.
There was an inexplicable chill about him, and it made her feel a little uneasy.
Wait a minute!
She looked ar
